Belike well known this bean counter,
Full of manure, a mean shouter.' No man
Of the people, i say mount him on a steeple.' Where the brisk winds will turn him..Maybe it might learn him? A blight worse than csn be imagined' his politics
Are so spavined.' Re-start Dommybrook
Fair.' And tar and feather him there.' Better
Still quote this poem, against the way he's
Now going, a foul beast I pursue him.' For
All the wrongs he is doing.' He's not even
Plastic Irish..Plastacine t'would be more like it.'
What is it your heart desires
To forget sadness be inspired
To see silver lining in dark cloud
Perfect timing for happiness now
Leave the past behind
You are going a new way
Life can be designed
If you think and pray
Use the old blues
That came from strife
To create a better view
A more full filled life
Abandon salty blue tears
No longer need their service
Forget your fuchsia fears
Live happy on purpose
Life gives you cards
So play your hand
Love twice as hard
Make your life grand
Friends, neighbors, countrymen,
I come to bury Caesar not to praise him.
Of course he was no famous emperor,
although he was proud and tough enough
to think he was the king of our alley.
Poor Caesar, a life cut short
by some irresponsible driver
squashed him down in the middle of the street
and kept on going, a reckless fool.
So bury Caesar we must,
even though he has no coffin to speak of,
no flowers by request, that's to be expected,
but why he was not given any proper shroud?
No prayers are said, poor Caesar,
but tears flow quickly enough
for he was loved by all, children and old folks;
and now I cannot fathom
how I’ll miss his welcoming joy
when I come back from work,
or our lovely trips in our large public garden.
Who will wake me up early in the morning,
when I will never hear his awful barking
at each blessed dawn of day....poor dog!
Note: This is actually a repost of a poem I once deleted but never reposted.
A November afternoon
It will be a memory, an image of life, just a capture of the living life
This afternoon the only one, the life of the immortal memory’s life
No more this time, sun remembers times, the window is sun-white
Now going a bit far, the cloud is light blue-grey-like, coming back to life
Always, but just staying a far away, leaves of autumn true are at this time
Need love, this life is so hard, I need yours closer to mine get be the life
Walk, walk in a way. Walk in my passed way. Lost afternoon. Passed day time
Passed month, passed life and desire, forgotten life, November afternoon’s time
Memories
Setting sun
November
Beautiful life
AGATE BEADS OF HAPPINESS
The tears have dried up
The lines have lost their rhyme
The taste of life is slipping away
But I'm still looking for you
I wake up at night
I call you without words
I beg you, just a little,
Be brave, don't be afraid to try
You'll feel my piercing rays
I'm running through new and unbroken lines,
of my relentless writing,
And day by day I string them together like threads,
I string together the words that call to you, the enchanting cascade of words.
Agate beads of happiness.
But you're still not there.
Wake up at last and take pity,
I've come to sleepless nights because of you.
Instead of my beloved, hugging my pillow,
I'm not tired of going a little crazy,
Maybe it's because I'm tired of life,
Or maybe it's because
I'm in a cloud of barren feelings
If you don't love, don't love
Don't want it, don't want it
But give me a smile to say goodbye,
And let me wish for one thing
That you'll be lucky enough to find
Your love, your sorrow...
In but a few notes in the seventies, I recognized The Beach Boys
Little Ole Lady from Pasadena inspired me to push petal to the metal.
I had never wanted to be in California, and now I wanted to live there.
Thanks to Surfer Girl, Good Vibrations, Kokomo, Wouldn’t it be Nice?
I am singing along, with my windows down, my hair flying in the wind.
These boys keep the happy beat coming, incorporating a bit of jazz
California Dreamin, Surfin Safari, Dance, Dance, Dance.
I am surprised to notice I am going a hundred miles an hour now.
Brian, Dennis, Carl, Mike and Al should be paying for my speeding tickets
I still drive ninety miles an hour to Little Ole Lady from Pasadena.
I shoulda seen it coming
It's so obvious now to me
What I didn't see then
Now has stunning clarity
So I could kick myself
For my own stupidity
And now the consequence
Is really haunting me
I thought I was so smart
I thought I had it all in hand
But clearly I was mistaken
And it's costing me a grand
I shot around the corner
Going a bit quick I will admit
When a flash into my eyes
Told me I was in the s**t
I assumed it was sun strike
So I thought no more of it
But it was a bloody speed camera
And my bank account was hit
Six months from now and it's curtains for me
I'll crash through the barrier of 88
I'll officially be old and crotchety and senile
Pablum after my morning pee
Oh for the days had no trouble getting dressed
Now I forget my darn Jockeys
Don't wanna share this bod with anyone else
Everything's become kinda floppy
Once had tight abs... now who am I kidding
The tightest my abs get now
Is when I try bending down to tie up my laces
At times feel like a pregnant cow
I grunt and strain and been known to curse
Saying bad things like, “holy heck"
Can remember those real naughty old phrases
Like “go to blazes” or “pain in the neck”
Guess six months won't make a hugh difference
I'm pretty well ready for the pasture
One thing I've noticed since reaching “maturity”
Time seems to be going a lot faster
So here's some advice for all you young'uns
Enjoy life while you still can
Before you know it, the darn jig will be up
And you'll just be an also ran
Twelve midnight on a chilly dark night,
Dead silent, Eerie, and unsettling.
Everyone, of the small town of Serene
Are partying in the town hall.
A Halloween Masquerade Party.
Merlin the cat beams
When he saw the screen door swing open,
Rushes in like a bat on lighting fire
So not to get caught.
On his back feet, dances In tune with the music,
Swinging his arms round,
Moving his head like an Egyptian,
Going a little cra, cra, crazy taking chances
Being the center of attention.
The spotlight shown up close
Reveal the face of the young "Merlin the Magic Cat"
Beaming as he took off his satin black mask.
Up to no good, he casts a love magic spell
To all that were in the town hall.
Seeing his love in his eyes,
Takes a deep breath, " MEOW."
Saunters over
While she strums her rhythm guitar.
Merlin's major weakness,
Beautiful young women of femme fatale
Leads will lead him to his doom.
All because of you.
10/11/2022
[Written with ‘Pickle Party’ contest in mind
but missed the deadline.]
[A pickle (USA) = A Gherkin (UK)]
———
Mr Gherkin from Great Britain
Met Miss Pickle, USA
A cross Atlantic soirée
That was going A Okay
He looked her up and down and said,
“So how are you today?”
She looked at him and said, “Terrific,
now you’ve come my way.”
He said, “I love your nice green skin.”
She said, “I like yours too,
alas you smell of vinegar,
a little like I do.”
He asked if they could meet again
She told him, “On your bike.”
She said, “I don’t think we would work,
we’re just too much alike.”
They say that sound can travel approximately six thousand metres per second
But what is the use when I open up my mouth and let out a long scream of deep anguish and nothing but silence comes out?
It has been silenced by the river of low-spirited tears
My mind on the other is going a million miles an hour while I slowly start to sink to the bottom
My whole body starts to feel cold and lifeless
My heart...numb
My mind...empty
I can vaguely hear His voice pleading not to give up but
I feel that I am done fighting
Done with pleading
Done with praying
Just...done
Today I remembered
that I have a glass chin,
Its kind of funny
Your memory has no
specific time to bring things
to your attention.
For those of you who don’t know,
A glass chin or glass jaw
is a boxing term
for people who are
knocked out easily
when struck on the chin or jaw.
Back when I was in the Army,
and had been sent to Turkey
on a hardship tour.
On our off duty time
there’s not much to do.
So, along with reading books
I had been taking
a Kung fu class
in an outdoor gym.
We were having
practice matches in class.
Going a few rounds with each other,
I was number three in our class,
fighting with number two.
And I was a little over confident,
I just knew I was better
than my opponent.
We were moving around,
blocking each other’s blows.
I thought I was making him look bad.
Until he planted one
right on my chin,
it put my lights out.
And I collapsed like
a house of cards.
When I came too,
I was on the ground looking up,
My teacher and my class mates
were trying to get me back up
on my feet.
I learned that I have
a glass chin,
and to not be
Over confident.
it is, what it is
what more can i say
one little alter can change
your whole day
at times we don't have the slightest clue
damned if we don't, damned if we do
no need to stress about it
forget feeling blue
just do like we did in the nineties
and sing Hootie hoo
its gonna be, what its gonna be
nothing more to say
eventually, somehow everything
will work out and be okay
at times, it may seem like you are going a bit cuckoo
fiddle dee dee, fiddle dee doo
no need to stress about it
forget feeling blue
just do like the nineties
and sing Hootie hoo
Wearing love’s unbalanced bow
elegance lost in a long distance
A scrambled discord in each era
Lost chapters leer, at every goal
Last of heart’s patchy piecemeal
Going a shorter way is tempting
Only, soul knows it cannot be so…
(1/25/2020: 91 Sea Ray Express 400; DMS: ‘We All Go’ in 2017)
Some purple sparks in the overall dark
Made the way to move ahead
Average horizons to embark
For alphabets with butter and bread
Applied colors on some photos
Crayons going a little astray
Pruned this poem and picked that prose
Streets a montage green and gray
People say the paint has gloss
I smile at twilight moss
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September 28, 2019
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